Cliff Hanger

"Rav, we talked about your greatest desire. You want to make amends with someone, right?"

The Ferin nodded. "What's bringing that up?"

"Well, we said we'd work on that on Sunday!" Ezra beamed. "Which means I still have a few days to make someone else's desires come true."

"Aren't you just the most delightful little thing, hm? Such eagerness."

"I've already decided who I'm going to go for next, Rav. I'm going to talk to Cliff."

Rav paused for a second, his face one of complete disbelief. Slowly it changed, and morphed into something else. And then Rav couldn't hold it anymore.

The Ferin burst out into laughter, smacking his leg and kneeling over. Laughing and laughing, nearly to the point of hysteria.

"Ah," Rav finally said, calming himself down. His outburst woke even Oberyn, who now hovered by the door, looking quietly at the duo on the couch.

"Cliff, hm?"